1. Bai Juyi's poem describing spring
1. Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi In the Tang Dynasty, Jiangnan was a good place, and the scenery was familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? Translation: The scenery in Jiangnan is so beautiful, and I have been familiar with it for a long time.
The sun rises from the river, shining the flowers on the riverside redder than red, and the green river water is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan? 2. Bai Juyi, the author of spring poems. In the Tang Dynasty, the low flowers and trees reflected the small makeup building, and the spring came with two worries between the eyebrows.
The dry-backed parrot is leaning on the fence, thinking about what to do and never look back. The small building shaded by low flowers and green trees brings a little sadness to the girl's eyebrows.
Leaning against the railing with his back to the parrot, he was thinking why he didn’t look back again? 3. Spring Title on the Lake by Bai Juyi In the Tang Dynasty, the spring on the lake looked like a painting, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon. The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart.
The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the green nepotism is showing the new crop. I couldn't leave Hangzhou, but half of my stay was this lake.
Spring in the West Lake is like an intoxicating landscape painting. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the lake surface is as clear as a green and as level as a mirror. On the peaks, pine trees are densely packed all over the mountain surface, and the thousands of mountains and peaks look green.
A full moon is reflected in the water, like a bright pearl, crystal clear, dancing and suspended. When the early rice is born, it looks like a huge green carpet covered with thick velvet threads; the cattail leaf cloak looks like a bunch of ribbons fluttering on a girl's body.
A fresh landscape painting is displayed in front of you, and people can't help but praise the scenery of West Lake. The spring scenery is so beautiful that the author is reluctant to leave Hangzhou and return to Beijing. Half of the reason is that he can't bear to part with the picturesque West Lake.
4. Hangzhou Spring View by Bai Juyi In the Tang Dynasty, the Wanghai Tower illuminated the dawn, and the embankments protecting the river were white on the clear sand. The sound of waves fills the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house.
The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while the pear blossoms are blooming. Who opens the southwest road of Husi? The grass is green and the waist of the skirt is sloping.
Translation: The Wanghai Tower outside Hangzhou City is covered with bright morning glow, and you are walking on the river embankment and stepping on the soft white sand. The sound of whistling Qiantang waves reaches the Soldiers' Temple on a spring night, and the delicate green willows in spring surround Su Xiaoxiao's home.
The red-sleeved girls boasted about Hangzhou’s fine weavers’ silk persimmon stems, and they competed in front of Qingqi’s gate to buy the fine wine “Pear Blossom”. Who opened the way to the lonely mountain in the middle of the lake? The grassy path is as curved as a girl's green skirt.
5. Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake by Bai Juyi In the Tang Dynasty, north of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface was initially flat and the clouds were low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.
Translation: Walking around the north of Gushan Temple and west of Jiagong Pavilion, the lake water has just risen and is level with the shore, and the white clouds are hanging very low. A few orioles that emerged early are vying to roost in the warm trees facing the sun, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud.
The wildflowers are dazzling when they bloom, and the spring grass has not grown tall enough to just cover the horses' hooves. My favorite scenery on the east side of the lake is unforgettable, with rows of willows crossing a white sand embankment. 2. Bai Juyi's poem describing spring
1. Recalling Jiangnan
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Translation
The scenery in Jiangnan is so beautiful, the scenery has been familiar for a long time. The sun rises from the river, shining the flowers on the riverside redder than red, and the green river water is greener than the blue grass. How can one not miss Jiangnan?
2. Spring Poems
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The low flowers and trees reflect the small makeup building, and the spring enters the eyebrows.
The dry-backed parrot is leaning on the fence, thinking about what to do and never look back.
Translation
The small building shaded by low flowers and green trees brings a little sadness into the girl's eyebrows.
Leaning against the railing with his back to the parrot, he was thinking why he didn’t look back again?
3. Spring Title on the Lake
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
Spring on the lake is like a painting, with chaotic peaks surrounding it.
The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart.
The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the green nepotism is showing the new crop.
If you can’t leave Hangzhou, half of it is this lake.
Translation
The spring of West Lake is like an intoxicating landscape painting. The lake surface, surrounded by mountains on three sides, is as green as a mirror and as level as a mirror. On the peaks, pine trees are densely packed all over the mountain surface, and the thousands of mountains and peaks look green. A full moon is reflected in the water, like a bright pearl, crystal clear, dancing and suspended.
When the early rice is born, it looks like a huge green carpet covered with thick velvet threads; the cattail leaf cloak is like a group of ribbons fluttering on a girl. A fresh landscape painting is displayed in front of you, and people can't help but praise the scenery of West Lake. The spring scenery is so beautiful that the author is reluctant to leave Hangzhou and return to Beijing. Half of the reason is that he can't bear to part with the picturesque West Lake.
4. Spring View in Hangzhou
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the morning glow, and the embankment protecting the river is white on the clear sand.
The sound of waves comes to the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house.
The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while the pear blossoms are blooming.
Who opened the southwest road of Husi? The grass is green and the waist of the skirt is sloping.
Translation
The Wanghai Tower outside Hangzhou City is covered with bright morning glow, and you are walking on the river embankment and stepping on the soft white sand. The sound of whistling Qiantang waves reaches the Soldiers' Temple on a spring night, and the delicate green willows in spring surround Su Xiaoxiao's home.
The red-sleeved girls boasted about Hangzhou’s fine weavers’ silk persimmon stems, and they competed in front of Qingqi’s gate to buy the fine wine “Pear Blossom”. Who opened the way to the lonely mountain in the middle of the lake? The grassy path is as curved as a girl's green skirt.
5. Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
Translation
After walking around the north of Gushan Temple and west of Jiagong Pavilion, the lake water has just risen and is level with the shore, and the white clouds are hanging very low. A few orioles that emerged early are vying to roost in the warm trees facing the sun, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud. The wildflowers are dazzling when they are blooming, and the spring grass has just barely covered the horses' hooves before it grows tall. My favorite scenery on the east side of the lake is unforgettable, with rows of willows crossing a white sand embankment. 3. About Bai Juyi's poems describing spring
The Song of the Ending Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are three or four voices of the oriole in the forbidden garden, the scenery is late and the wind is slow and the feeling of late spring.
Under the shade of the quiet wall in the west, I walk alone among the palace flowers. Negative Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. When he was ill, he came to a Taoist priest who taught him how to adjust his Qi. When he got old, he went to a mountain monk to persuade him to sit in meditation.
Living up to the willow song in the spring breeze, I stopped drinking last year until this year. Playing with jasmine flowers as a gift to Yang Langzhong Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The golden green calyx brings the spring cold, how many kinds of yellow flowers are there? Pingjun and the tourists, don't look at the flowers with green eyes.
In the late spring, I sent a message to Cui Huzhou. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. A young man made friends on the road in Luoyang, and walked along the road to the city in late spring. Cui is in Wu, Xingyuan is in Yue, and he is going out to look for someone on horseback.
Early Spring by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty The snow is scattered due to its gentleness, and the ice is blooming to give it a warm glow. There is no cure for spring sales, only frost on the temples.
Going alone to the Tiangong Pavilion in early spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The door of the Sunuan Pavilion of the Tiangong is open, and I go up alone to welcome the spring and have a drink. Infinite tourists blame me, why do the oldest come first? A Spring Pond Play Presented to Li Langzhong by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Who would love a pond full of spring water, but I look back and point to you like you.
It is as straight as the new blue juice color, and it is the same as the dyed skirt in Junnan's house. Spring Poetry by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The low flowers and trees reflect the small makeup building, and there are two sorrows between the eyebrows when spring comes.
Dry-armed parrot leaning on the fence, thinking about what to do and not looking back? Spring Breeze by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The spring breeze blooms first in the garden, followed by the plum blossoms in the garden, followed by the cherry, apricot, and pear trees. The shepherd's purse and elm pods are deep in the village, and the spring breeze is coming for me.
Spring Lao Tang Bai Juyi wants to follow the youth to travel in spring, but feels that the scenery does not belong to the body. When was the bald man painted on the flower barrier of the singing and dancing screen? Spring Sleep by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The pillow is low and the quilt is warm, and the body is stable. The door of the sunshine room is not opened.
There is still the smell of youthful spring, which sometimes comes to my dreams. Spring Inscription on the View of Huayang by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The emperor played the flute to chase the phoenix, leaving a fairy cave named Huayang empty.
Where the fallen flowers are, I feel melancholy. People in the White House scan the shadow hall. Spring Snow Passes Over Huangfu's House by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty I came home late in the snow and was delighted to find that the door of Jun's house was open.
As long as the master treats you favorably, the music, poetry, and laughter will come from the future. Answering the Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The grass smoke is low and the water flowers are bright. The scenery of Congdao is like the imperial capital.
There is a cry on the Ape River in Naishan Mountain, but there is no such heartbreaking sound in my hometown. A gift from Dai Chun by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The mountains are clear and the water is shining, and the flowers of Xinyi are white and the willow tops are yellow.
But don’t think of it as Jiangxi. How could the scenery be different from that of the Imperial Land? Feelings of Spring in Luozhong with Friends by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Don’t lament the moon in the Golden Valley Garden, don’t lament the spring on the Tianjin Bridge. If you learn to look for the past passionately, where in the world will it not hurt your soul? Jiangnan Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows to a golden color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street, and your eyes are filled with spring sorrow that won’t go away. Spring in Luoyang by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Spring is ever present on the road in Luoyang, and we have not seen each other for twenty years.
Only looking for a young man is not enough, and everything else remains the same. The play of Qiang Qi to welcome the spring expresses gloomy thoughts. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The staff helps people to support the disabled and sick bodies, and the Qing Qi and Qiang Qi usher in the spring.
He was always walking with a limp, and he would kill people upstairs in Pingyuan with a smile. Early Spring in Qujiang by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The willow branches in Qujiang are getting weaker, and the shrike in the apricot garden is beginning to make a sound.
Unfortunately, there are few tourists in Chunqian, so we can just dismount by the pond. Poems about Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty There are thousands of branches of flowers on the eaves, and orioles singing outside the green gauze window.
Sitting under the curtain with residual makeup and tears, I don’t know how old I am. Farewell to Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The silver flowers are chiseled down to persuade me to follow you, and the gold dust is played for me on the pipa.
Not only to celebrate spring and old age, but also to have a drink and listen to something. Spring in the East City by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The wind is soft and the clouds are motionless, in the northeast corner of the county.
It’s late spring and the weather is like Kyoto. There should be strings and pipes, but cups and wine glasses should not be used.
They are like relatives and friends who are far away, and there is no way to entertain them. Illness in Early Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Today I feel my head is light on the pillow, and I force myself to get up and try my feet in front of the steps.
The smell of tangy and greasy smell makes you have no energy, and the wind and phlegm make you feel depressed. Warm sales frost and tiles are beginning to close, cold is reduced and ice canals are frozen.
The only thing I am worried about is the snow on my temples, and I will not follow the end of spring and chase the birth of spring. Traveling in Chang'an in the Early Spring by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The city was noisy with cars and cars singing, and there was a man standing in the corner.
The bright moon rolls up the curtains in sorrow in the deep night, and weeps when looking at the green mountains at dusk. The wind blows the fresh green grass into the teeth, and the rain sprinkles the light yellow wicker branches.
In this life, I know that I will lose my youth and will not show my frown until I am thirty. 4. There are poems about spring by Bai Juyi
Song of the Ending Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
There are three or four voices of the oriole in the forbidden garden, and the scenery is late and the wind is slowing down the feeling of late spring.
Under the shade of the quiet wall in the west, I walk alone among the palace flowers.
Negative Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When he was ill, he came to a Taoist priest to teach him how to adjust his qi. When he was old, he went to a mountain monk to advise him to sit in meditation.
Living up to the willow song in the spring breeze, I stopped drinking last year until this year.
Playing with winter jasmine and giving it to Yang Langzhong
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
How many yellow flowers are there among the golden green calyx with spring cold?
As a rule of thumb, don’t look at things like flowers.
Send a message to Cui Huzhou in late spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
There was a young man on the road in Luoyang, and he walked along the road to the edge of the city for late spring.
Cui is in Wu and Xingyuan is in Yue. He is riding out to find someone.
Early Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The snow is scattered because of the gentle air, and the ice is blooming with warmth.
There is no cure for spring sales, only frost on the temples.
Climb the Tiangong Pavilion alone in early spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The door of the Sunuan Pavilion in the Tiangong is open, and I go up alone to welcome the spring and have a drink.
Infinite tourists blame me, why are the oldest ones here first?
A Spring Pond Play Presented to Mr. Li
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
No one would love a pond full of spring water, but I look back and point to you like you.
It is as straight as the new blue juice color, and it is the same as the dyed skirt in Junnan's house.
Spring Poems
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The low flowers and trees reflect the small makeup building, and there are two sorrows between the eyebrows when spring comes.
Dry-armed parrot leaning on the fence, thinking about what to do and not looking back?
Spring Breeze
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze blooms first in the garden, and the plum blossoms bloom first, and then the cherry, apricot, and pear flowers bloom.
The shepherd's purse and elm pods are deep in the village, and the spring breeze is coming for me.
Spring Lao
Tang Bai Juyi
I want to travel in spring with my youth, but I feel that the scenery does not belong to me.
When was a bald man painted on the flower barrier of the singing and dancing screen?
Spring Sleep
Tang Bai Juyi
The pillow is low and the quilt is warm, the body is stable, and the door of the sunshine room is not opened.
There is still the smell of youthful spring, which sometimes comes to my dreams.
Spring title Huayang view
Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty
The emperor's son played the flute to chase the phoenix, leaving the fairy cave number Huayang empty.
Where the fallen flowers are, I feel melancholy. People in the White House scan the shadow hall.
Spring Snow Passes Huangfu's House
Tang Bai Juyi
Late in the evening, I returned home in the snow, and was happy to see that the door of Jun's house was open.
As long as the master treats you favorably, the music, poetry, and laughter will come from the future.
Reply to Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The grass smoke is low and the water flowers are bright, and the scenery of Congdao is like the imperial capital.
There is a cry on the Ape River in Naishan Mountain, but there is no such heartbreaking sound in my hometown.
A Gift from Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The mountains are clear and the water is shining, and the Xinyi flowers are white and the willow tops are yellow.
But don’t think of it as Jiangxi. How could the scenery be different from that of the Imperial Land?
A sense of spring in Luozhong with friends
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Don’t lament the moon in the Golden Valley Garden, don’t lament the spring on the Tianjin Bridge.
If you learn to look for the past passionately, where in the world can it not hurt your soul?
Jiangnan Spring
Tang Bai Juyi
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows to a golden color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street, and your eyes are filled with spring sorrow that won’t go away.
Spring in Luoyang
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Spring is always there on the road in Luoyang, and we have not seen each other for twenty years.
Only looking for a young man is not enough, and everything else remains the same.
The play of Qiang Qi to welcome the Spring Festival conveys sorrowful thoughts
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The stick encourages people to support the disabled and sick bodies, and Qing He Qiang Qian welcomes the Spring.
He was walking lamely, and he would kill people upstairs in Pingyuan with a smile.
Early Spring in Qujiang
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The willow branches in Qujiang are getting weaker, and the shrike in the apricot garden is beginning to make a sound.
Unfortunately, there are few tourists in Chunqian, so we can just dismount by the pond.
Poems about Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
There are thousands of branches of flowers on the eaves, and orioles sing outside the green gauze window.
Sitting under the curtain with residual makeup and tears, I don’t know whether the spring is coming or not.
Sending Spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When the silver flowers fall, I follow you to persuade me, and the golden pipa plays for me.
Not only to celebrate spring and old age, but also to have a drink and listen to something.
Spring in the East City
Tang Bai Juyi
The wind is soft and the clouds are motionless, in the northeast corner of the county.
It’s late spring and the weather is like Kyoto.
There are strings and pipes as appropriate, but cups and wine glasses are not necessary.
They are like relatives and friends who are far away, and there is no way to entertain them.
Being sick in early spring
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Today I feel my head is light on the pillow, so I force myself to try my feet before getting up the steps.
The smell of tangy and greasy smell makes you have no energy, and the wind and phlegm make you feel depressed.
When the weather is warm, the frost begins to close, but when the cold is reduced, the ice channel freezes.
The only thing I am worried about is the snow on my temples, and I will not follow the end of spring and chase the birth of spring.
Early Spring Travel in Chang'an
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The city was noisy with cars and songs, and there was a man standing in the corner.
The bright moon rolls up the curtains in sorrow in the deep night, and weeps when looking at the green mountains at dusk.
The wind blows the fresh green grass into the teeth, and the rain sprinkles the light yellow wicker branches.
In this life, I know that I have lost my youth and am not looking forward to thirty without showing my frown. 5. Bai Juyi's poem describing spring
The Song of the Ending Spring of the Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's Forbidden Garden has three or four sounds of the oriole, the scenery is late, the wind is slow, and the feeling of spring is slow.
Under the shade of the quiet wall in the west, I walk alone among the palace flowers. In the late spring of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi fell ill and came to a Taoist priest to teach him how to regulate his Qi. When he was old, he went to a mountain monk to persuade him to sit in meditation.
Living up to the willow song in the spring breeze, I stopped drinking last year until this year. Playing with jasmine flowers as a gift to Yang Langzhong, Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty has golden green calyx with spring cold. How many yellow flowers are there? Pingjun and the tourists, don't look at the flowers with green eyes.
In the late spring, I sent a message to Cui Huzhou and Tang Bai Juyi, a young man on the road in Luoyang, made friends and walked along the road to the city in late spring. Cui is in Wu, Xingyuan is in Yue, and he is going out to look for someone on horseback.
In early spring, Tang Bai Juyi's snow powder was warm and warm due to its gentleness. There is no cure for spring sales, only frost on the temples.
Alone in the Tiangong Pavilion in Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi opened the door of the Rinuang Pavilion in Tiangong and went up alone to welcome the spring and have a drink. Infinite tourists blame me, why do the oldest come first? Spring Pond is a gift to Mr. Li from the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi is full of spring water. Who can love it? I am the only one who looks back and points to you.
It is as straight as the new blue juice color, and it is the same as the dyed skirt in Junnan's house. In the poem about spring, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, the low flowers and trees reflect the small makeup building, and there are two sorrows between the eyebrows when spring comes.
Dry-armed parrot leaning on the fence, thinking about what to do and not looking back? Spring Breeze Tang Bai Juyi The spring breeze blooms first in the garden, followed by cherry blossoms, apricots, and pears. The shepherd's purse and elm pods are deep in the village, and the spring breeze is coming for me.
Bai Juyi, the old man of the Tang Dynasty, wanted to go out in spring with his youth, but he felt that the scenery did not belong to him. When was the bald man painted on the flower barrier of the singing and dancing screen? When Tang Bai Juyi was sleeping in the spring, his pillow was lowered and his quilt warmed him up, while the door of the sunshine room was not opened.
There is still the smell of youthful spring, which sometimes comes to my dreams. In the spring, the emperor Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty watched Huayang and played the flute to chase the phoenix, leaving a fairy cave named Huayang empty.
Where the fallen flowers are, I feel melancholy. People in the White House scan the shadow hall. After the spring snow passed, Tang Bai Juyi of the imperial family came home late in the snow and was delighted to see Jun's house open.
As long as the master treats you favorably, the music, poetry, and laughter will come from the future. In the spring of Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's grass smoke was low, the water and flowers were bright, and the scenery of Congdao was like the imperial capital.
There is a cry on the Ape River in Naishan Mountain, but there is no such heartbreaking sound in my hometown. In the spring of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's mountains vomited clear water and shone brightly, and the flowers of Xinyi were white and the willow branches were yellow.
But don’t think of it as Jiangxi. How could the scenery be different from that of the Imperial Land? I feel the spring in Luozhong with my friend Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty. Don’t lament the moon in the Golden Valley Garden. Don’t lament the spring on the bridge in Tianjin. If you learn to look for the past passionately, where in the world will it not hurt your soul? In the Spring Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, the willow branches of Bai Juyi's Qingmen were soft and weak, and the east wind blew golden color.
It’s easy to wake up when you’re drunk on the street, and your eyes are filled with spring sorrow that won’t go away. In the spring of the Tang Dynasty in Luoyang, Bai Juyi lived in spring on the road in Luoyang. It has been twenty years since the past and the present.
Only looking for a young man is not enough, and everything else remains the same. Qiangqi welcomes the spring opera to express thoughts and feelings. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty used his staff to encourage people to support the disabled and sick bodies, and the Qingqiuqiangqiu ushered in the spring.
He was walking lamely, and he would kill people upstairs in Pingyuan with a smile. In the early spring of Qujiang, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, the wicker branches in Qujiang gradually became weak, and the shrike in the apricot garden began to make a sound.
Unfortunately, there are few tourists in Chunqian, so we can just dismount by the pond. Tang Bai Juyi's poem "Sentimental Spring" has thousands of branches of flowers on the eaves, and orioles sing outside the green gauze window.
Sitting under the curtain with residual makeup and tears, I don’t know whether the spring is coming or not. In the spring of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi chiseled down the silver flowers and persuaded me to follow him. He played the pipa for me with gold chips.
Not only to celebrate spring and old age, but also to have a drink and listen to something. Spring in the east city of Tang Bai Juyi, the wind is soft and the clouds are motionless, in the northeast corner of the county.
It’s late spring and the weather is like Kyoto. There should be strings and pipes, but cups and wine glasses should not be used.
They are like relatives and friends who are far away, and there is no way to entertain them. In the early spring of his illness, Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty felt his head was light on the pillow, so he got up and tried to walk in front of the steps.
The smell of tangy and greasy smell makes you have no energy, and the wind and phlegm make you feel depressed. Warm sales frost and tiles are beginning to close, cold is reduced and ice canals are frozen.
The only thing I am worried about is the snow on my temples, and I will not follow the end of spring and chase the birth of spring. In the early spring of Chang'an, when Bai Juyixuan of the Tang Dynasty was traveling in the city, his carriages and songs were noisy, and there was a man standing in the corner.
The bright moon rolls up the curtains in sorrow in the deep night, and weeps when looking at the green mountains at dusk. The wind blows the fresh green grass into the teeth, and the rain sprinkles the light yellow wicker branches.
In this life, I know that I have lost my youth and am not looking forward to thirty without showing my frown. 6. Bai Juyi's Poems of Spring
Grass / Farewell to the ancient original grass
Author Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The grass grows in the original grass, and the grass grows with each year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
Translation Notes
The long grass on the plain is so lush. Every year in autumn and winter, the grass turns yellow and becomes thicker in spring.
The ruthless wildfires can only burn away the dry leaves, and the spring breeze blows the earth green again.
Wild grasses and flowers are spreading and submerging the ancient road. Under the bright sun, the end of the grassland is your journey.
Once again I bid farewell to a close friend, and the lush green grass represents my deep affection.